The Old Toys
Spring cleaning my closet
The old toys are gone,
No room now
The age of playing done;
Now on the way outside
Out by the dumpster,
I caught someone’s eye,
A little boy or girls mother;
She looked at me and smiled
Said “Can I take those off your hands?
They are in perfect shape
For my kids they would be grand!”
I handed them over..
no questions asked
better with a child
than in the trash
Copyright © Melani Udaeta | Year Posted 2008
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